Jackson knows he's → (betterthanyou) wrote in magicalworld, @ 2015-10-29 08:27:00 |
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Every inch of Jackson's body still ached from the fight with Isaac but it was that annoying feeling scratching at the back of his mind that was forcing him to push his silver Porsche to speeds he had never really gone since he was given the car as a birthday present. Ninety-nine percent of his brain was telling him that there was no way that any of what Isaac said could be true. The things that existed in bad teen supernatural romance novels that howled at the moon didn't exist. But that one percent that was left told him that it could explain everything if he could believe it. McCall and Lahey getting better at lacrosse, the latter standing up to Jackson where he never would have before… Erica looking like a completely different person. The words scrawled all over the scattered contents of Lydia's locker from all those weeks ago came back to him and he felt all the more angry about this whole thing. It seemed like everyone knew what was going on and for once in all his life, Jackson felt completely left out and that irked him on a whole new level. Pushing the pedal down, Jackson was speeding towards the abandoned warehouse district looking for a man that he had heard of but never really met. His younger sisters went to the high school, and it was actually one of said sisters who greeted him at the door of the Hale house and ultimately directed out into the middle of East fucking Nowhere where Derek actually lived. Werewolves. Just thinking the word felt ridiculous to him. But Jackson needed to know if Isaac was full of shit. Even if it was some crazy street name for some kind of drug, Jackson wanted to know. He'd happily NARC the two players on the team if it meant securing his status and keeping himself on top of the pack. Honestly, the closer he got to the place in question, the more he wondered if he should have his phone ready on 911 just in case this whole thing went south real fast. Dropping the car into park in front of the building, Jackson stepped out and slammed the door shut. He took a couple seconds to look around as if shady weirdos were seconds from pouring out of every crevice but nothing happened. The entire district was quite and unassuming and the one that Derek inhabited looked the least dilapidated of the lot. A few times, Jackson had heard his mother talking about the area and how the city had been trying to reclaim it and market the whole thing out as expensive lots in the future. She had been approached a couple times by the mayor about the idea but she never said more on it, so Jackson figured the whole thing was scrapped because who the hell wanted to live in an old abandoned warehouse? The answer to that was Derek Hale, who was either a werewolf or selling some kind of new street drug named werewolf that was spreading through the students of Beacon Hills. Locking the car, Jackson made his way into the building to what looked like a really impressive metal door. Knocking loudly, he looked around for a doorbell or something of the sort. He would wait exactly ten seconds before pounding on the door again and escalate from there. |